Chapter 315

Chapter 315

The assistant stood behind the two of them. Hearing himself mentioned, he immediately and respectfully handed the documents to Maya.

"Ms. Coleman, here are the things you requested."

"Thanks."

Maya nodded slightly and reached out to take them.

She looked up at everyone who was curiously watching her and smiled with raised eyebrows:

"Alright, now we can have a proper talk about Father's inheritance."

Atticus frowned with displeasure:

"What's there to talk about? The will has already been read. What more can you say?"

Maya walked over unhurriedly and sat down in the main seat.

"The will was indeed read, I'm not denying that. But since everyone's here today, I want to ask about something."

Cecilia, who had been sitting silently in the corner, suddenly felt her heart skip a beat, panic rising in her chest.

She carefully lifted her head, wanting to secretly observe Maya's expression, but unexpectedly locked eyes with Maya directly!

Maya looked at her with a half-smile, asking slowly:

"Cecilia, can you explain why you've been frequently visiting the hospital lately?"

"I was visiting Elijah. Although my status doesn't compare to Kinsley's, my feelings for Elijah were real."

Cecilia's voice was very soft, with a pitiable tremor:

"Especially since our child is still so young, of course I wanted Elijah to live as long as possible, at least to spend more time with the child. Is there a problem with that, Ms. Coleman?"

Atticus stood to the side with his arms crossed, sneering.

He thought Maya was going to say something important, but this was it?

But the next moment, Maya's smile faded, her expression turning cold and serious:

"I checked the hospital surveillance. During Elijah's last two emergency rescues, including before his condition suddenly worsened and he died, you entered Elijah's hospital room. Don't you have anything to say about that?"

"I..."

Cecilia's eyes reddened with grievance.

"What can I say about that? Ms. Coleman, you can't be saying I cursed Elijah to death, can you?"

This kind of mystical explanation obviously couldn't convince anyone.

Atticus couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"Maya, have you gone crazy from not getting the inheritance? Cecilia just has bad luck, how does it become suspicious when you talk about it?"

Maya gave him a cool glance and spoke unhurriedly:

"I investigated Cecilia's purchase records from the past six months. There's one type of medicine that's not in high demand on the market, but it's a slow-acting poison for Elijah."

Cecilia's face turned pale instantly.

Maya continued:

"Furthermore, before each time Cecilia purchased the medicine, she received a large transfer from Aurelia. Do either of you have anything to say about this?"

Aurelia, who had been maintaining an aristocratic posture while watching from the sidelines, suddenly changed expression.

She pressed her lips together, but her voice remained gentle:

"That's just a coincidence. Ms. Coleman, you know that people like us have special status. If we didn't receive money each month, we would have starved long ago. Elijah didn't like trouble, so I've always been in charge of this. Not just Cecilia—I'm responsible for everyone's monthly payments."

As soon as she finished speaking, several people nodded in agreement.

Maya sneered inwardly.

She really cleared herself of responsibility nicely!

"So you're saying that harming Elijah was Cecilia's doing alone?"

Maya deliberately drew out her tone, her gaze circling Cecilia's pale face:

"Elijah is already dead. If Cecilia is convicted of murder, she certainly deserves it. But I feel sorry for her child, who just learned to call 'mommy.'"

At the mention of her child, Cecilia's expression changed.

Her child was still young, at an age that needed both parents' love.

If she was locked up, she didn't believe these people would treat her child well.

Cecilia's fingers on her lap unconsciously curled up.

Maya imperceptibly took in all of Cecilia's changing expressions.

The corners of her lips lifted in a barely noticeable arc as she changed direction:

"But I'm a kind-hearted person. What I can't stand most is seeing young children who haven't even developed awareness lose both parents and end up in an orphanage, maybe even getting bullied. Cecilia, considering your child also carries my father's blood, I'll only ask you once: was poisoning Elijah something you wanted to do yourself, or did someone tell you to do it?"

Cecilia's lips moved. She instinctively looked up at Aurelia.

Aurelia's expression didn't change; she even had a slight smile on her lips.

She calmly met Cecilia's gaze and said softly:

"Cecilia, don't worry. Although you did something wrong, the child is innocent after all. We won't blame the child. How about this—I'll make a personal statement here. From now on, I'll treat your child as my own and raise him."

Hearing this, Cecilia slowly lowered her eyes, her hands on her knees clenching even tighter.

Maya looked at Aurelia with a half-smile:

"How kind of you. Isn't she the real murderer of your husband? Didn't you have deep feelings for Elijah? How can you stay so calm facing the killer now?"

Aurelia paused, then continued:

"There's nothing I can do about it. Although I don't understand why Cecilia did this, since it's already happened, we can only look forward. At least we can't let Elijah's child end up on the streets."

At this point, Aurelia's eyes instantly reddened.

She let out a long sigh:

"What Elijah wanted most to see when he was alive was us getting along. Now his body isn't even cold yet, and we're fighting like this. What does that look like?"

Although Aurelia didn't name names, everyone knew she was criticizing Maya.

Maya completely ignored her and continued speaking to Cecilia:

"I said before, I'm kind-hearted. I won't bother with others too much. I only settle accounts with the mastermind."

"Can you really bear to hand over your own child to someone else to raise? If he suffers any grievances or bullying then, no one will be able to help."

"When others say things, it's just talk. If you can believe such words, I'd be curious about your IQ."

Cecilia's previously resolute expression gradually changed.

Seeing this, Aurelia wanted to say something, but as soon as Maya looked up, Richard, who had been standing casually beside Maya, stepped forward two paces and cut off Aurelia.

"My wife is talking. You keep interrupting—are you treating me like I don't exist?"

Cecilia pressed her lips together hard, then finally spoke:

"If I really tell the truth, will I not have to go to prison?"

Originally she thought she had no hope, which was why she agreed to take the blame.

But since Maya put it that way...

Cecilia's gaze fell on her still-young child, and she clenched her fists hard:

"I'll talk. Aurelia told me to do it."